Fairy watching

"What's this for?" She anxiously awaited my answer with her finger remaining pointing at the mysteriously shaped object atop the ladder; a handle. Her awkward little voice wasn't like most little girl's were, she lacked the stereotypical high pitched baby sounds. It sounds almost like mine did when I was her age, five or so. Snapping back from my deep thinking, I noticed my little cousin with her small finger still pointed at the mysterious object, but I'm pretty sure her right arm got tired from this and she switched to her left for the pointing while my mind wandered.
      "Umm..that's a handle" I replied after shaking my brain back to reality. She nodded as if she knew what a handle was.
      "What does it do?" Gosh why do little children ask so many questions.
      "It helps you keep your balance, here climb up and hold onto the handle to pull yourself to the top  when you get there," I carefully spotted her while she climbed up, grabbing the handle.  The small wooden make-shift ladder creaked as she ascended, the treehouse has seen better days. I practically grew up in here...
      She seemed nervous around me, were only cousins, but we've spent a lot of time together. My mind flew away again as she asked me more questions. It's been so long since I've been up here...all of the memories. I shivered and looked up to see her walking to the treehouse's little window. It's basically just a rectangular cut out in the wood.
     "What's this for?" Her large blue eyes seemed to be filled with question marks. How come I didn't get the family's blue eyes? I look out the window, my eyes start to well up.
     "Zoe, this is a window. This is a window for your imagination. Look out this window, and you can see everything. You can see  all of the animals in your kingdom, even all of the fairies. At first, she looked at me like I was crazy, as if it was already uncool for a five year old to  have an imagination. I look down at the handmade floor. My daddy spent a lot of time making this.
     "I see a fairy." She said. I looked up with a tear dropping off my chin. She looked out the window like I did when I was young and innocent.  "she has red wings,"  my heart melted. This tree houses legacy can carry on.
     "Where?" My emotionally damaged voice asked. She pointed with her little finger again.